AGENT DAWSON
Agent Dawson threw the last of the reports onto the "finished" pile and proceeded to bury his face into his hands with a loud, almost animal-like, groan. It had been a long day trying to get work done while trying to come up with an explanation or clue about what he was looking at.
On the wall of his small cramped office was his board with every involved party, but still they did not connect.
Anna’s confession, her parents, the Prince, the King, and the murdered victims who were apparently dead made no sense.
He had already handed over a copy of the video recording to the young Prince who, just like him, was seeking justice.
A cup of coffee was placed in front of him and his stomach growled as he was met by none other than his superior. He had been working non-stop, missi
